I feel my heart flow in the time I feel my brain so confused so confused I?m walking down to these stairs covered in ice I feel my heart.... where is
had That don't mean that some dreams Can't come true 'Cause it's funny about dreams As strange as it seems There is always one more time Oh turnin' corners
more than pain unfortunatly, like a self-fulfillin prophecy I'm supposed to be... [Chorus: x2] I'm strugglin n it's troublin in the circumstance I'm dwellin in to find myslef in the corner
, please open your eyes up Don't need no more blood on my conscious Cause even though I'm a soldier, I feel pain Got a nigga paranoid around partnas, I feel strange
the jailers wanna hate tonight [Verse 1] Another day up in the hood, cant believe these cats still bangin (bangin) Look at the years we wasted, on the corner
tired and poor and sick of trying! If you see me on a corner will you stop or will you splash me? Take a look at what we've become, nothing more
the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is pilin' up, we struggle and we scrape We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape City's just a jungle, more
up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, "Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner, face down
back breathing in a war that hes not really sure of the reasons so we show our support when the press mislead them though we more then remain proud and
Many too many have stood where I stand Many more will stand here too, But I think what I find strange is the way you built me up Then knocked me down
walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins? Then he moved into the corner, face
the eyes of a stranger I can't quite place him but I wouldn't replace him For a second or a minute or an hour of the day I turned the corner, I was
completion Eyes, nose and lips resemble the Egyptian It's against rules to make conversation, with anybody new Which was strange in our situation, that admired her more
my steering wheel Not just my spare tire (home) But lord I ask you (home) To be my guiding force and truth (home) For some strange reason it had to be
for more news from nowhere more news from nowhere and it's strange in here yeah it gets stranger every year more news from nowhere more news from nowhere I turn another corner
the night. The yearning escapes from my embrace. Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts, scream your sadness. And they all turned away, unable to face more
to the bone THere's holes in my shoes where the rain comes in I'm sitting on top of the world Walking in the shadows of empty office blocks I was talking to a stranger
